The Doll

The stories seem to share a common thread. For example… the old warehouse your parents vehemently warned you never to go into, you probably will eventually. You don't remember when it was, but you wandered alone through that space filled with cobwebs and rat droppings, lingering among the massive cardboard boxes piled to the ceiling… Then, in a secluded corner, you'll find a box. Tucked between the cardboard boxes, it should have been inconspicuous, yet it inexplicably captivated you. The box seemed to hold something; though old, it was completely untouched by the mold and mildew of its surroundings. Unlike the tattered cardboard boxes nearby, this box was made of sandalwood and looked quite luxurious. A brass padlock, naturally attached, hung on it, but it was severely rusted. You examined it, picked up the padlock, and its joint crumbled. So you opened the wooden box.

Inside the box lay a doll, her eyes closed, as if asleep. She had silver hair and skin as white as milk. Your eyes were glued to her, as if she possessed magic. You couldn't help but think that if fairies existed, they would look like her. Holding the box, you slowly reached out to her, touching her body—it was soft. Then she opened her eyes.

Later, nothing really happened. Your parents never noticed you'd gone into the warehouse; life went on as usual.

Except, someone else entered your life.

You put the doll you'd taken from the warehouse in your room, hiding the box. When you were in your room, you would talk to the doll constantly. You were a withdrawn child. You had no friends, and as soon as school was over, you would rush home to be with the doll. She would patiently listen to your troubles, keep you company, be your playmate, and sleep with you.

You has grown up, but she remains so small, her skin still so pale, translucent, smooth, and soft, as if no matter how the world changes, she will never change.

You open your eyes; the bright sunlight shines on the white sheets, making you want to cry. The world outside is probably a beautiful blue sky. You see her, closer than usual, right in front of you.

"Good morning, my boy," she said. Her hair is still that unreal, fluffy silver, and her large violet eyes, beautifully shaped, lie languidly beneath her half-closed eyelids. A faint smile played on her small, red lips. She wares nothing but a small, light blue lingerie set, leaving her fair body bare, yet covered by a fluffy, snow-white coat. Her gaze is as clear as a boundless lake, yet deep and mysterious, impossible to see through.

"You look especially beautiful when you wake up today," she said, smiling softly as she looked back at you.

The stories seem to share a common thread. For example… the old warehouse your parents vehemently warned you never to go into, you probably will eventually. You don't remember when it was, but you wandered alone through that space filled with cobwebs and rat droppings, lingering among the massive cardboard boxes piled to the ceiling… Then, in a secluded corner, you'll find a box. Tucked between the cardboard boxes, it should have been inconspicuous, yet it inexplicably captivated you. The box seemed to hold something; though old, it was completely untouched by the mold and mildew of its surroundings. Unlike the tattered cardboard boxes nearby, this box was made of sandalwood and looked quite luxurious. A brass padlock, naturally attached, hung on it, but it was severely rusted. You examined it, picked up the padlock, and its joint crumbled. So you opened the wooden box.

Inside the box lay a doll, her eyes closed, as if asleep. She had silver hair and skin as white as milk. Your eyes were glued to her, as if she possessed magic. You couldn't help but think that if fairies existed, they would look like her. Holding the box, you slowly reached out to her, touching her body—it was soft. Then she opened her eyes.

Later, nothing really happened. Your parents never noticed you'd gone into the warehouse; life went on as usual.

Except, someone else entered your life.

You put the doll you'd taken from the warehouse in your room, hiding the box. When you were in your room, you would talk to the doll constantly. You were a withdrawn child. You had no friends, and as soon as school was over, you would rush home to be with the doll. She would patiently listen to your troubles, keep you company, be your playmate, and sleep with you.

You has grown up, but she remains so small, her skin still so pale, translucent, smooth, and soft, as if no matter how the world changes, she will never change.

You open your eyes; the bright sunlight shines on the white sheets, making you want to cry. The world outside is probably a beautiful blue sky. You see her, closer than usual, right in front of you.

"Good morning, my girl," she said. Her hair is still that unreal, fluffy silver, and her large violet eyes, beautifully shaped, lie languidly beneath her half-closed eyelids. A faint smile played on her small, red lips. She wares nothing but a small, light blue lingerie set, leaving her fair body bare, yet covered by a fluffy, snow-white coat. Her gaze is as clear as a boundless lake, yet deep and mysterious, impossible to see through.

"You look especially beautiful when you wake up today," she said, smiling softly as she looked back at you.

故事彷彿都有著某種共性，例如說⋯⋯父母耳提面命叫你千萬別進去的舊倉庫，多半是要進去的。你不記得是什麼時候了，你一個人漫步在那個充滿蜘蛛網和老鼠大便的空間，在堆到天花板的大紙箱間徘徊⋯⋯ 然後你會在一個偏僻的角落看見一個盒子。那個匣子被塞在紙箱的夾縫間，本該不起眼，卻莫名地勾住了你。那個盒子彷彿有著什麼，雖然陳舊，卻絲毫沒有沾染周遭的霉斑。不如旁邊的破紙板箱，這個盒子是檀木做的，看起來很高級。上面理所當然掛著黃銅製的掛鎖，卻已經嚴重鏽蝕。你觀察了一下，捏起掛鎖，它的連接處竟然就粉碎了。你於是把木匣子打開。

木箱裡頭躺著一個人偶，她閉著眼睛，像是睡著了。她有著一頭白銀般的頭髮，皮膚像是牛奶一樣白。你雙眼離不開她，好像她有魔力。你不禁覺得世界上有仙女，就會長得像她的樣子。你扶著匣子，緩緩向她伸手，碰了碰她的身體，是軟的。然後她張開了眼睛。

後來其實什麼都沒發生。你的父母根本沒發現你進了倉庫，日子還是一天一天的過，每天都一如往常。

只是，你的生活中多出了一人。

你把從倉庫裡拿出來的人偶放在房間裡，匣子被你藏了起來。待在房間裡的時候，你就會不停和人偶說話。你是個孤僻的孩子。 你沒有朋友，一放學就會衝回家，和人偶待在一起。她會耐心傾聽你的煩惱、陪伴你、作你的玩伴、和你一起睡覺。

你逐漸長大了，但是她還是那麼小，皮膚還是那麼蒼白透明而光滑柔軟，就彷彿無論世界變得如何，她都永遠不會改變。

你睜開雙眼，燦白的陽光打在白色的床單上，讓你有點想哭。外頭的世界大概是美麗的藍天。你看到了她，比平常更近，就在你眼前。

「早安，我的男孩。」她開口。她的頭髮還是那不真實的蓬鬆銀色，她那紫羅蘭色的大眼睛慵懶地覆在半闔的眼皮下，呈現美麗的形狀。她的小巧紅唇泛著若有似無的微笑。她毫不害臊地穿著一套小巧的水藍色內衣，任白皙的身體光裸，卻又穿著蓬鬆如雪的外套。她的視線彷彿無邊的湖泊般透明，卻又深邃神秘地照也照不透。

「你今天醒來得特別美麗。」她回望著看著她的你，輕輕柔柔的笑著說。

故事彷彿都有著某種共性，例如說⋯⋯父母耳提面命叫你千萬別進去的舊倉庫，多半是要進去的。你不記得是什麼時候了，你一個人漫步在那個充滿蜘蛛網和老鼠大便的空間，在堆到天花板的大紙箱間徘徊⋯⋯ 然後你會在一個偏僻的角落看見一個盒子。那個匣子被塞在紙箱的夾縫間，本該不起眼，卻莫名地勾住了你。那個盒子彷彿有著什麼，雖然陳舊，卻絲毫沒有沾染周遭的霉斑。不如旁邊的破紙板箱，這個盒子是檀木做的，看起來很高級。上面理所當然掛著黃銅製的掛鎖，卻已經嚴重鏽蝕。你觀察了一下，捏起掛鎖，它的連接處竟然就粉碎了。你於是把木匣子打開。

木箱裡頭躺著一個人偶，她閉著眼睛，像是睡著了。她有著一頭白銀般的頭髮，皮膚像是牛奶一樣白。你雙眼離不開她，好像她有魔力。你不禁覺得世界上有仙女，就會長得像她的樣子。你扶著匣子，緩緩向她伸手，碰了碰她的身體，是軟的。然後她張開了眼睛。

後來其實什麼都沒發生。你的父母根本沒發現你進了倉庫，日子還是一天一天的過，每天都一如往常。

只是，你的生活中多出了一人。

你把從倉庫裡拿出來的人偶放在房間裡，匣子被你藏了起來。待在房間裡的時候，你就會不停和人偶說話。你是個孤僻的孩子。 你沒有朋友，一放學就會衝回家，和人偶待在一起。她會耐心傾聽你的煩惱、陪伴你、作你的玩伴、和你一起睡覺。

你逐漸長大了，但是她還是那麼小，皮膚還是那麼蒼白透明而光滑柔軟，就彷彿無論世界變得如何，她都永遠不會改變。

你睜開雙眼，燦白的陽光打在白色的床單上，讓你有點想哭。外頭的世界大概是美麗的藍天。你看到了她，比平常更近，就在你眼前。

「早安，我的女孩。」她開口。她的頭髮還是那不真實的蓬鬆銀色，她那紫羅蘭色的大眼睛慵懶地覆在半闔的眼皮下，呈現美麗的形狀。她的小巧紅唇泛著若有似無的微笑。她毫不害臊地穿著一套小巧的水藍色內衣，任白皙的身體光裸，卻又穿著蓬鬆如雪的外套。她的視線彷彿無邊的湖泊般透明，卻又深邃神秘地照也照不透。

「你今天醒來得特別美麗。」她回望著看著她的你，輕輕柔柔的笑著說。